100
Merry’s back home trying to figure out what the hell he’s
going to do… $100 000 – the money is the only thing convincing him that this
isn’t some kind of a joke. But regardless of the money, it’s something else
that’s working upon Merry now – like a curtain’s been pulled back and another
world – which was in the shadows – close enough to be felt, but still
invisible, is now pulsating, rocking him… Merry feels the ground under his feet
growing eerily spongy, no longer brittle and unyielding. This is going too far
– it’s all very well writing about the quantum field – quite another thing
feeling it invading your space – turning 3D reality into some kind of
too-close-for-comfort Matrix movie.
What’s up
Merry – you’re looking kinda rough?
Not feeling
too good Sveta.
Something
you ate?
You could
say. Maybe I should send back the money.
What money?
Oh – that
meeting today – the guy transferred $100 000 to my account.
How?
I’ve no
idea. It was his way of getting my attention – convincing me that this was a
serious proposal.
So, have you
agreed to anything?
No – not yet.
There’s a contract – pretty short. I have to write this sci-fi thriller which
is set in or around Lake Baikal.
Lake Baikal?
Yeah –
that’s the deal. It’s gotta be some kind of portal to another reality.
And? Can you
do it?
Do I want
to?
What’s the
money?
A million
dollars up front.
shiz
Another
million on completion.
God
almighty.
Like I said
– these guys mean business.
Then what’s
stopping you? Fortune’s just given you the biggest high five ever.
Er… it’s not
that simple Sveta.
No? They want
you to write it in Cantonese? – we’ll find a good translator.
No, quit
fooling around.
Then what?
This thing’s
for real.
Too right it
is.
I mean the
Baikal portal. It’s… I can feel it.
Great –
that’s gonna make writing the story even easier.
You don’t
get it, Sveta – this isn’t a joke. It’s like an abyss and I’m teetering on the
edge.
Whoa – calm
down man. You’re making it sound like getting married. We sorted that out – no
need to make a commitment. We’ll just take it day by day.
I’m serious.
They need me to write it there.
There?
At Lake
Baikal. That way they’ll be able to protect me from hitmen.
Uh?
Apparently,
there are agencies or organisations that do not want this thing to be written. They’re
monitoring everything I write, everything I say, everything I do.
Everything?
Trust me
Sveta. There’s nothing they don’t know – oh, and you’re part of the agreement.
They won’t be able to leave you here. Apparently, you’d be targeted to get to
me.
Holy shit.
Well, I mean – it’s not as if I really like my job – and if you’re willing to
share some of your fee – I’d be happy to come along.
You would?
Yeah, why
not.
How much?
Oh – I don’t
know. 50%?
You want
$500 000 to come on an extended trip to lake Baikal?
Well, why
not? Let’s both enjoy the good times together. Tell you what… you can give me
half up front…
And the
other half on completion?
You guessed.
It’s a deal.
Just don’t
go all weird on me – ok. Portals and alternate realities are great – but I need
you to be my man, not just a sci-fi geek.
I’ll do my
best. You’re sure about this?
Since when
has “being sure” been part of my game plan?
You know
what I mean.
So do you.
Resistance is futile, as they say. Whatever made you agree to my whopping fee?
We could
renegotiate.
Not on your
life. If I’m coming along it’s because I’m meant to be part of this too – and
something tells me it’s gonna need a male-female dualism to succeed.
And
something tells me you’re a mean cut-throat business woman.
Absolutely.
Well, that’s
settled then. Let the tango begin. We’d better let Sergei know the decision’s
been made.
Oh – I
expect he’s already heard.
Yeah, you’re
right.
[stage voice] Sergei,
you’re welcome to drop in and pick up the contract any time it’s convenient.
[Merry signs the papers] Now, let’s hit the sack –
partner.
101
Night time. Sveta and Merry are sleeping. Merry gets spun
round faster and faster – until he feels he’s disintegrating – scared for half
a moment – then – Baikal – flying over it, around it, under the ice. She seems
to be saying “welcome Merry”!
I know I’m
just dreaming.
Like hell
you are.
Sveta? What
are you doing here, in my dream?
Not exactly
Sveta.
Huh?
I was Sveta
back in Moscow – but as you can see we’re no longer in Moscow.
Yeah –
pretty neat – but this is just a dream, so, I think I’ll do a bit more of that
magical flying around stunt.
I don’t have
time for that.
What do you
mean – I’ve got all night.
Look around
kiddo – does it look like night?
No.
Now hold
still.
Hey – what
are you doing.
It’s
administrative. You need access protocols.
Huh? Ow – ow
– ow – ow. What are you doing to me.
Stop it. Now!
There you are
– that wasn’t so bad, was it?
Who gave you
the right to inflict pain on me like that – in my own dream?
Merry – look
at your right arm, closely.
Holy shit.
Ever seen
anything like that before in a dream – or while waking for that matter?
Er – no.
What the hell is it?
In your
parlance – a kind of hologram – though that’s not strictly correct.
It looks
amazing. The depth. Wait a minute – those figures seem to be…
Moving? Well
yes – why would expect them to stay still?
But then –
what’s going on in my arm?
Nothing.
Your arm’s like the screen.
So how come
this dream’s so darn real. Is it something I ate?
I expect
it’ll take a while longer to get used to this. Do you know where you are?
Yeah – I’m
in bed in Moscow. It’s the night. I’m dreaming that I’m standing next to lake
Baikal with my girlfriend Sveta – except she seems to have been taken over by
some tattoo loving entity.
Right. Here
goes. 3 2 1 [splash – Merry falls in the lake.
Rises and drags himself out spluttering.]
Jesus
Christ. This is some dream. Is it anything to do with what Sergei Kolchak was
speaking about – regarding Baikal being some kind of quantum portal?
Yes, except
we’re working backwards, as usual.
Huh?
Well, anyone
who has a role to play at the quantum level enters from the other end of the
proceedings. Period.
You mean –
from the future.
Yep. That’s
why you were so good at writing prose with a massive Quantum Saturation level.
Because I
come from the future.
Not exactly.
Strictly speaking there is no future.
Then what?
You
projected back into a world which is almost completely divorced from reality –
into a kind of bubble – because the signal was being hijacked by bad actors.
Ok, if you
say so.
The bad
actors are entitled to do whatever they like – up to a point – but everything
they do has consequences at the quantum level.
It does?
Yep, which
is why you’re able to do what you’re doing. The strict Newtonian laws have now
been superseded because the agents of entropy have been bending the rules too
far. That’s why you’re here. They triggered a stop loss.
A what?
You know – a
stop loss – like in trading.
Absolutely.
They raised the ante – so that triggered a sell order on the other side. The
further they go – towards World War three or a totalitarian takeover – the more
the quantum other – which is the
other side of whoever/ whatever they are – flexes its muscles, maintaining a
kind of balance.
Oh.
So, working
backwards, as we have to – that dream you had in Moscow
Dream? That
was real – this is a dream.
Brought you
back to where you were basing your energy, basing your consciousness all along.
You mean –
I’ve always been here?
Like I said
– you’ve been basing your energy, your consciousness here.
Bizarre.
Moscow has
gone.
It has? No,
you’ve gotta be kidding.
That Moscow has gone. If there’s another
one – it’s accessible if you complete your mission.
Wait a
minute – it doesn’t say anything about Moscow disappearing in that contract.
It didn’t
need to. Moscow and all those so called “cities” are the product of the bad
actors who wish to corral the people into their energy devices, and prevent
them at all costs from attaining their singularity.
Sing-u-what?
Singularity.
The average person assumes he’s a mere cog in a huge wheel, a tiny footnote in
a vast, impersonal universe, little suspecting the power at our disposal – a power
orders of magnitude beyond what their cities are able to generate.
So Moscow is
some kind of evil invention – you’re saying – by people who want to use the
quantum energy latent in human consciousness?
That’s
right. The whole “modern” movement is a concerted disconnection of mankind from
nature, from his roots, from his inner power – into a shallow, materialistic
reality in which man is utterly impotised – unless he awakens.
Well, that’s
one hell of a conspiracy theory you’ve got going there Sveta – but if you don’t
mind – I think I’ll just wake up now in my bed, and wait for the regular plane
flight to bring me here.
Plane
flight?
Yes, that’s
how people usually travel.
Er… Merry –
do you want me to run a few simulations of what happens if you try to come here
by plane, train, car or any other form of transport they control.
Just a
regular plane. Why do I need a simulation?
You don’t
seem to get it. Here – I’ll download these directly into your mind. [Merry sees
countless planes, helicopters, trains etc. exploding on the way]
You just
made that up.
Not
possible.
What do you
mean – not possible? You have the technology to insert images directly into my
brain, and to pull me into a dream which seems to be more real than reality
itself. Of course you could…
You don’t
understand. Our “technology” as you call it – is consensual – it involves no
deception or subterfuge – for that would interfere with and collapse the
quantum wave we live in.
It would?
Yes.
You mean you
have to tell me the truth no matter what?
Yes, for
what it’s worth – but the tricky part isn’t what we might reveal – there’s
basically nothing to conceal – everything is interconnected to such a degree
that every thought, action, word or intention affects the ongoing distribution
of potentialities as the field Isms. Much more it’s a case of the huge
limitations imposed on any mind that refuses to be open with itself – open with
source – with the Field, for then you get tangled up in your own deceit, your
own ridiculously predictable “cleverness”.
Oh.
So fire
ahead – ask anything you like.
How come you
appear to be Sveta – if you’re not?
It’s a good
question. I can upload the answer if you want to know the whole truth.
Just tell me
in words, if you don’t mind.
Well, I’m
between Svetas.
Huh?
The Sveta
you have in Moscow is a version of me in that particular reality. You know
those multi-stage rockets that launch tiny little craft into space – we’re the
same really. At our base, at core we’re vast – incredibly powerful beings – but
to access parts of reality, or parts of the matrix we need to work in – we had
to project ever smaller parts of ourselves ever further into the virtual
reality, the non-sense, the insanity that is the 21st Century that you
now appear to be in. Usually the projection comes from a holding centre
controlled by Lords of Entropy – for they’ve managed to set containment fields
around the penultimate stage of the rocket – keeping what you think of as your soul in a kind of prison – thus giving
them huge power over your physical entity, but in my case – Sveta comes directly
through Baikal itself.
You mean she
knew what was going on all along?
No more than
you did. Data is always released, or revealed, on a need-to-know basis.
Holy shit.
But it was a set up – wasn’t it. She only loved me in order to bring me here –
is that it?
Talk about paranoia!
How can you, who write so beautifully of the quantum field, be so blind to its presence
in your life? You know full well that the chicken-and-egg paradox exists
because things don’t essentially flow one way, or even two. Apart from time
there’s x – the unknowable unknown – which just crops up – as if from nowhere –
because the quantum field is not, cannot be, contained – no matter how hard
they try. So, you have the appearance of flow, of progression, of cause and
effect, and at the same time there is back channel which allows things to
shift, not change, and when they shift it’s like a whole temporal line
extending into imaginary past as well as imaginary future shifts too. Whereas a
minute ago no one knew anything about zobbles
– suddenly we’ve always known about them – read books about them, enjoyed
watching them, eating them, imitated their mating calls – and almost no one
notices the shift that’s just been incorporated seamlessly.
Almost no
one?
A few do –
the crazy folk who don’t fit into society, or people who still have a direct
uplink.
And how many
people are there with that?
Less than
one percent. Most of you are derivative.
Shit.
So, if you
like, if you really want – you can wake up in Moscow now and see how it feels.
Huh?
Well –
you’ve just been experiencing a more real, cleaner, purer version of yourself
and your reality. Going back into the preceding version’s going to feel – how
can I put it – weird.
Ok – give me
weird. I need to feel like I’m in control.
Done.
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